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Chapter 687: One life for another, it’s about her and Tang Xian!

Fu Jiujiu looked at the right moment and saw that the maid's attention was on Tang Yan, so she turned the bracelet towards Tang Jian.

There is a mechanism hidden in the bracelet, which was given to her by her eighth brother. Although she has a straight male aesthetic, she doesn't wear it most of the time, but tonight was a special situation, so she still wore it.

"Ah!" Tang Jue pulled out the silver needle from his neck, "Jiujiu, it's you again, why are you always against me."

"Don't move. That silver needle is poisonous. I am the only one who has the antidote. Hand over the Eighth Prince and I will give you the antidote."

The maid smiled coldly and had no intention of letting Tang Yan go.

Tang Jian felt a little relaxed at this time, "Jiujiu, I ask myself, I am not mean to you, why don't you help me and hinder me many times?"

He was panting heavily, obviously suffering from poison.

When Fu Jiujiu put the silver needle in the bracelet, he only thought that it was a last resort and he was unable to save his life, so the poison of the silver needle must be poisonous.

"Because you keep doing things that hurt other people."

Tang Jian smiled bitterly and fell to the ground, "Father, do you... hope that I die like this?"

Emperor Chengde hesitated and did not give an answer immediately.

"Let Lao Ba go and get the antidote..." Tang Jue knew that everyone wanted him to die now, but he just didn't want to die.

But the maidservant was unmoved, "Fifth Prince, we can't let him go. If we let him go, we will all die."

Fu Jiujiu felt that this maid did not belong to Tang Jian. She seemed not to care about Tang Jian's life or death at all.

"you……"

"Fifth Prince, think about it, once the Eighth Prince is in their hands, can we still escape? I am doing this for your sake."

At this time, a voice came from outside the house, "Father, my rescuer arrived late, are you okay?"

This is... the fourth prince's voice.

Tang Xiu is here?

Fu Jiujiu quickly looked at Tang Xian, but at this time, they did not notice that Tang Jian, who was about to faint, stretched his hand to his chest.

By the time he found out, he had already shot Tang Xian...

At that moment, Fu Jiujiu's mind went blank.

The old fortune teller's words kept swirling in her mind, "One life is for another life, one life is for another life, one life is for one life."

Yes, everything about being careful about water and fire came true. She always thought that the person around her was in danger, but it turned out that she was wrong.

The person next to her is Tang Xian.

"Jiujiu, no!"

It turned out that this was the feeling of being shot. Fu Jiujiu looked at the boy's face that was gradually blurring in front of him and tried hard to laugh.

But in the end, she didn't know if she smiled.

Goodbye, this world.

Goodbye, father, mother, brother and sister-in-law!
"Little girl!"

"Chirp!"

"younger sister!"

"Little aunt!"

It was such a beautiful sound, she was afraid she would never hear it again.

In four short years, she experienced family and friendship that she had never experienced in her previous life.

It's like a long and fascinating dream, but the dream must eventually wake up.

……

"The patient shows signs of waking up, defibrillator, prepare again..."

"one more time!"

"Increase pressure, again!" "Doctor Tang, no, the patient is already dead!"

Fu Jiujiu couldn't open his eyes, but he could hear the conversations of the people around him.

She seems to have died from that world and returned to this world?

Moreover, she heard someone say that they should give up resuscitation.

She wailed in her heart, no, she could still be saved.

This is how the same thing?

"Doctor, the patient has no heartbeat and can be declared dead. The time of death is 28:[-]. The patient's name is unknown."

The man looked at the swollen face of the woman who was poisoned in a car accident and had her oxygen tube removed. He only felt a little familiar.

It seems like I have seen it somewhere.

"Dr. Tang, we found it. The patient's name is Fu Jiu."

The man nodded and looked at the familiar face being covered with white cloth.

Maybe I’ve really seen it somewhere!
……

"Who are you, let me go!"

The dilapidated house exuded a stench. Yan Yu opened her eyes and saw the festering face of a girl.

"Who are you? Let me go. Do you know who my father is? You'd better let me go, otherwise my father will kill your whole family."

"Your father? Isn't he Yan Song? You are the prime minister's daughter." After the girl finished speaking, she laughed loudly, but paired with her terrifying face, it was very strange in this lightless room.

"It's good to know, then why don't you let me go?" Yan Yu struggled hard, but unfortunately her hands and feet were tied.

She was obviously resting in the inn, but the inn suddenly caught fire, and when she was about to escape, she was knocked unconscious.

"Let me go and I'll let bygones be bygones."

"Hahaha..." The girl laughed loudly, "Let bygones be bygones, haven't you heard? That prime minister father of yours has been cut to pieces by a thousand cuts."

"What? Impossible, who dares? He is the Prime Minister."

"Bah... Prime Minister, you are a traitor." The girl sneered, darkly, "You don't know me, but I know you. You have ruined my life, and you have to pay the price."

"What do you want to do?" Yan Yu was a little scared, but she still couldn't accept it in her heart, how could her father die like that.

Impossible, he must have lied to her.

The girl was holding a knife in her hand, weighing it in her hand, "Forget it, you choose. Should you gouge out your left eye? Or gouge out your right eye?"

"No, don't gouge my eyes." Yan Yu begged bitterly: "I can give you whatever you want, I...I..."

The cold knife grazed her face, and the little girl giggled, "What can you give me? Your clothes, those beautiful jewelry, and those banknotes are all mine."

"It's all for you, it's all yours, please let me go, I beg you, I have no enmity with you."

"No injustice or enmity?" The girl pointed at her face, "Don't you remember?"

Yan Yu suddenly remembered, "Aren't you dead?"

"Of course you want me to die, but I met a noble man and I can't die. I will let all the rich ladies who trample their lives under my feet die while I'm alive."

Yan Yu had one of her eyes gouged out amid the bursts of ghostly laughter.

However, the girl deliberately tortured her for a while every day but did not let her die.

Yan Yu didn't know how long she stayed in this dark room, whether it was one day, ten days, one year, or ten years.

She couldn't tell the difference anymore, anyway, for a long, long time.

One day, the girl came in again and saw a rotting corpse on the ground, with dried food in a bowl next to it.

Yan Yu went on a hunger strike and died.

The girl curled her lips and said, "Dead? It's so boring. It's too easy on you."

(End of this chapter)